Post by Charlie Velez on Aug 12, 2010 8:40:49 GMT -6
dif·fer·ent [dif-er-uhnt, dif-ruhnt] - not alike in character or quality; differing; dissimilar: The two are different.
“Tell me what you want from me!”
That’s the last thing he said to her before he went to work this morning. She didn’t respond with an answer, because they both know what she wants.
While she wants to just be a family; go to picnics and stay at home and have dinner every night, he wants more. His job requires it. He’s on the road too much to go to those picnics, to watch his kid grow up. That drives her crazy.
But she doesn’t know how it makes him feel. Yes, he’d love to do those things. He wants to be a better father than his father was to him, but he can’t. He has too much at stake for him to quit. He has his image to take care of, and if he lets down thousands of people…well, that tarnishes his image.
They’ve just become two different people. They’re not the same kids who met in high school and fell in love, hell, they’re not even the same two people who celebrated their anniversary a month ago.
While he wants more, she wants less. He wants to be on the road, soaking in the world around him. She wants him to stay home, and just be a family.
If family always comes first, why does it feel wrong for him to drop everything and go to them? Don’t get him wrong, he loves his family he would do anything for them…
But where does he draw the line? When it starts affecting other people’s lively hoods? So no, that’s not an accurate saying.
Family DOES come first, under the right circumstances.
Is he thinking this one clearly? Or is his mindset different from the rest?
It’s Charlie Velez’s favorite spot to go to, on top of Velez Industries. It’s amazingly quiet up there, and he can see the whole city from there. So that’s where he is right now, just thinking, reflecting on all the things going on in his life. He sighs, before turning his head to the camera.
“Is it time?”
Don’t know who he’s talking to, but we assume that the person says “yes”, as he turns around and begins to speak.
“Life is such a fickle thing; one moment you think you have it figured out, the next…well, you have no idea what’s going on. It’s a whirlwind of emotions, and only the strong survive and live their lives to the fullest. I’d like to think that my life has been completely satisfied, I mean there have been bumps in the road, but look at me…I’m rich, I’m good looking, I have a family, and a successful career. What more can you want? That’s basically all life sets out for you to do. Do great at what you’re meant to do, and set seeds to carry on your life. That’s what I did, and I can easily say that I’ve done it better than anybody in the nCw locker room.
So why do people like Reckless Jack want to take me down?
Is it jealousy, or is it just because he doesn’t understand me? He fears what he can’t understand…so he’s off to destroy it. I have a message for you though Jack, you can try all you want to defeat me, but you will be unsuccessful. It’s not for the lack of trying, you’re just simply not better than me. That’s all there is to it. The best almost always prevail over the weaker, the lesser so to say. You have an impressive wrestling career, but when you really look at it are you satisfied? You have had World title runs, but are they something to brag about, to look at and say ‘Yeah, I finally made it’? No, I don’t think so. I think when you look at the titles you’ve won, you look and you go ‘heh, remember that time I got lucky?’ That’s sad Jack…I mean I almost feel for you.
But then I remember what you stand for.”
Charlie reaches into his coat pocket and pulls something out. Is it cigarettes? Has Charlie resulted to smoking? Nah dummies, it’s just a piece of gum. Minty fresh is the way to go!
“Because you see, Jack and I, even if he doesn’t want to admit it, have very similar lives. We both decided to become wrestlers, and we have a **** load of money. We’re rich, famous, and we have a family we have to support. Our wives, though mine is better looking, are smoking hot and we’d do anything for them. We’re both honorable men, doing anything to defend what we believe in. But that’s where we’re different. We believe in two different things. I believe in order and respect, which is why I’m in the Front Office. I respect Leonard Fox, and I respect Steve Awesome in his quest to honor a contract that is being stepped on right now. What does Reckless Jack respect? He respects Adam Knite, a man who continues to disrespect Leonard Fox by staying around. He respects his vulgar, borderline pornographic jokes that he makes about himself. We’re two different people, while I’m classy and sophisticated…
Jack is just worthless and immature.
And that’s what separates us. Like I noted earlier, we are similar in ways, but our differences tear us apart. We can never be friends or associates because we believe in two different things; you’re wrong, and I’m right. It’s been like that since we first met, in that federation that shall not be named. I ran that place with an iron fist, while you just lolly gagged your way to a World title shot. I didn’t need a championship to be recognized…I was already the top dog there. But you needed something- you needed a belt to get yourself noticed. You see Jack, I get noticed by walking into a room, you have to jump around and shout for somebody to even notice you exist.”
Charlie takes off his sunglasses, just so he can really get a good look into the camera.
“And at Ascension I will make people notice you. Not because you’re pulling out a victory, but because they’ll be watching, and they’ll be adding you to the list of my victims. You don’t think I hear the rumblings backstage, do you Jack? I hear them everywhere, I hear people talking about how I’m the next in line the ‘heir apparent’ to Steve Awesome and the Front Office. I’ve done so much in my few months here it makes your years here look sad in comparison. I’m just going to reassure that fact this Sunday. I’m on my way to become the greatest National Champion ever, and soon the greatest World Champion ever. And soon, the greatest wrestler ever.
So when I give you a mention in my Hall of Fame speech, talking about the people I’ve beaten…
Thank Me Later.”
Charlie just smiles, putting on his sunglasses, as the camera slowly fades to black…
He didn’t want to go back to his office job, but he had to. It’s what pays the bills, what sets him apart from the rest.
A wrestler with another job? Madness. But it’s true…
So while he sits at his desk, stacks of papers as high as the eye can see next to him he wonders if it’s all worth it. If he really needs to be doing this, or if he should be home watch his kids grow up, or with a wife that he loves so much.
But he can’t, he has lives to save.
And that’s what makes him different.